ragginovel Chapter 310 Another person disappears
Chapter 310 Another person disappears
Upon hearing this, the other twelve cultivators also stopped what they were doing, each with an unfriendly expression, and all looked at the four cultivators who were slowly approaching from not far away.
"Seventeen more people, that's too many." Inside the magic array, Du Fan frowned upon seeing this.
"Fellow Daoist Du, lend me another hundred spirit stones!" Song Yong said through gritted teeth beside Du Fan.
Although Song Yong had not experienced any fighting since the start of the competition and was completely unharmed, the paleness on his face was not much better than that of the cultivators outside the formation, and the pressure he was under was even greater than that of the other cultivators.
After holding out for more than an hour, Song Yong had already used up all of his more than 800 spirit stones, and had even borrowed 700 low-grade spirit stones from Du Fan, but those were also gone now...
Every time he put spirit stones into the groove of the array, his heart bled and his body trembled. He had never burned spirit stones like this before since he started cultivating. He even had a feeling of unreality.
"One hundred spirit stones won't be enough. Here are three hundred spirit stones, just enough to make it a round number. Fellow Daoist Song, please don't be shy. We've been through thick and thin together, which is a kind of fate. Just take them, don't be embarrassed. It's not like you don't have to pay me back, haha..."
Du Fan laughed and suddenly slapped his waist with one hand, sending a bulging leather bag flying straight towards Song Yong.
"Thank you, Fellow Daoist Du. Rest assured, I will repay the spirit stones I owe in full!" Upon hearing this, Song Yong's lips twitched, but he still raised his arm, caught the leather bag that was shot towards him, took a deep breath, and thanked him.
"Sure, sure." Du Fan waved to the other party and laughed heartily, but soon his smile faded, his eyes narrowed, and he looked around the magic array.
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"Fellow Daoists, we have been attacking this formation for quite some time now. You'd better not interfere!" The lean old man sneered and spoke indifferently.
"I'll give you two choices: break through the magic array together, or fight to the death!" Among the four, a bald youth said coldly, a fierce glint in his eyes.
These four individuals had emerged victorious after countless life-or-death battles, their eyes bloodshot with rage. The murderous aura emanating from them was extremely intense, their killing intent palpable. Naturally, their state of mind was different from that of the dozen or so people besieging the defensive formation.
Faced with these four cultivators exuding murderous aura, the lean old man was slightly startled, but he quickly calmed down and whispered:
"Fellow Daoists, there are thirteen of us in total. It shouldn't be difficult for us to kill these four people together. Afterwards, when there is no interference from others, we can work together to break this formation!"
"Hmph!" The bald youth snorted coldly, and without saying a word, he immediately swayed and shot straight towards the lean old man. At the same time, he raised his arm and threw a punch. This man was actually a body cultivator.
Upon seeing this, the other three beside the bald youth immediately let out a sinister laugh, their eyes blazing with battle intent. As they waved their hands, some relying on magical weapons and others directly forming hand seals, a dazzling array of colorful spiritual light burst forth in an instant, and several illusory magical images instantly appeared, sweeping wildly towards the group of cultivators in front of them.
"Have these people gone mad?!"
Upon witnessing this scene, the thirteen men, including the lean old man, all changed their expressions drastically. They never expected that the four opponents would actually dare to attack them, despite their own thirteen-strong force. Could it be that they had been beaten senseless in the previous battle?
However, since everyone's cultivation levels were similar and they had a clear advantage in numbers, they were naturally not afraid of anything. At this moment, their eyes were gloomy and their killing intent was fully revealed. They simultaneously made hand seals, and more than ten spell lights instantly formed and were directly unleashed.
"boom……"
A series of deafening roars resounded as various spells clashed and intertwined. In the blink of an eye, five or six cultivators coughed up blood and were sent flying backward.
Two of the four cultivators were seriously injured and were quickly swept by several beams of light, their bodies instantly collapsing and their lives extinguished.
On the thirteen-person side, three cultivators were severely injured.
But the next moment, something unexpected happened. Among the temporary allies who had broken the formation together, the few closest to the injured cultivator had a flash of cold light in their eyes. Without saying a word, they unleashed their spells and turned their "comrade" against them, killing him in an instant.
The other cultivators in the Breaking Formation Alliance did not speak out against these actions, but instead looked coldly at the two remaining members of the four-person group.
The two cultivators did not make a move immediately. For a moment, the two sides were locked in a standoff in this strange atmosphere. It seemed that countless killing intents collided and sparks flew in the air between the two sides.
"The battles on Arena No. 4 have concluded. Huang Yan, Mo Yu, Qi Delong... the above ten individuals have successfully advanced to the top 100 of this year's Haitan Grand Competition. Further details will be announced later. You may now leave the arena."
Just then, a Foundation Establishment Hall Master from Fallen Leaf Island outside the fourth arena suddenly spoke, his voice echoing throughout the entire arena in an instant.
These words immediately caused a stir among everyone inside, and all eyes turned to them. However, apart from a few cultivators from the islands, most of the others had gloomy eyes and ugly expressions.
"Zhu Qian possesses dual spiritual roots and has a high aptitude for magic. She even ranked third in the island's minor competition. I was quite optimistic about her and planned to take her as a disciple after this major competition."
"I never expected the melee on the fourth arena to be so brutal. That child didn't even have a chance to say he was quitting before he was killed. Sigh..." Zi Yan sighed in the VIP section of Crescent Island, her expression somewhat somber.
"Fellow Daoist Ziyan, there's no need to be so discouraged. There's nothing we can do about it. In a chaotic battle involving dozens of people, spells are indiscriminate and impossible to defend against. More than half of the cultivators will perish in the chaos." The middle-aged man surnamed Liu's expression remained largely unchanged as he glanced at Ziyan and spoke slowly.
Zi Yan shook her head and didn't say anything more. She turned her gaze to the third arena. The girl's originally somewhat gloomy expression quickly faded away as if ice and snow were melting, and a smile immediately bloomed on her face.
On the third arena, after another chaotic battle, the original four-person group was reduced to only the bald-headed boy who had been practicing body tempering. However, at this time, his aura was also weak, and his body was covered in shocking wounds.
On the other side of the Breaking Formation Alliance, they were no longer united. Of the eight survivors, they were divided into three temporary groups of two, three, and three, which, together with the bald boy, formed a four-way power struggle.
"Ahem, fellow Daoists, at this point, I think there's no need to continue breaking the formation."
"On this arena we are in, there are only eleven cultivators left. If one more fellow cultivator disappears, this competition will be over for everyone." Du Fan, who was in the magic array, coughed lightly and spoke at the right time.
"You brat, I, Li, will never let you get away with this!" The lean old man in the trio was furious upon hearing this and roared at Du Fan.
"So it's Fellow Daoist Li, my apologies for my rudeness." A cold glint flashed in Du Fan's eyes, quickly replaced by a smile. He cupped his hands in greeting before continuing:
"Fellow Daoist Li, you're mistaken in thinking that way. This is just a competition, so why get angry? We are opponents on the stage, but off the stage we are fellow practitioners. Let's part amicably and not ruin our harmony."
Furthermore, such are the rules of the competition. My cultivation is low and my strength is insufficient. I was forced to resort to this method to protect myself. I hope you will forgive me.
"Bullshit! Do you dare to come out and fight me!" The wiry old man's forehead veins bulged, and he was extremely angry. His gaze towards Du Fan was filled with a strange hatred.
His hatred for Du Fan stemmed mainly from his unwillingness to accept defeat. If he had been able to break through this damned magic array earlier and use it as a defense, he wouldn't be in such a bitter battle now, where he could easily be killed if he wasn't careful.
Although the lean old man was furious, he was not a reckless person. He had already thoroughly investigated the other party's cultivation level with his divine sense. The guy in the formation was only a cultivator at the seventh level of the Qi Refining stage, and he had not even entered the initial stage of this realm.
Even if the cultivators participating in the Sea and Sky Grand Competition are not ordinary people, which of the cultivators present is not a top-level Qi Refining Realm cultivator?
He didn't really take a mere Qi Refining Stage 7 cultivator seriously. If he could lure the opponent out of the formation, that would be the best thing ever.
"Letting Du out is fine, but..." Du Fan frowned, seemingly somewhat tempted.
"Fellow Daoist Du, you mustn't! With just one less person outside, you and I will both advance smoothly to the top 100 of the competition. At this crucial moment, you mustn't act impulsively!" Seeing this, Song Yong, who was also in the formation, sensed something was wrong and hurriedly tried to dissuade him. Victory was imminent, and he didn't want any unnecessary complications.
When Song Yong learned about the rules of the first round of the competition, he knew he had no chance of advancing and was prepared to withdraw at the crucial moment of the battle. In this way, he could receive a substantial reward without being blamed by the island's protectors.
However, after meeting Du Fan, the situation changed completely. If nothing unexpected happened, he could easily pass the first round of the competition. At that time, the prizes he received would double, and he would also receive additional rewards from the higher-ups of Shazhou Island. Therefore, he was extremely excited at this moment.
Although Du Fan's death would erase the thousand spirit stones he owed, he had no idea how to control this defensive formation. There was a considerable risk involved, and a slight mistake could lead to annihilation. He could still tell which was more important.
The lean old man glanced coldly at Song Yong, then looked at Du Fan and said, "But what?"
Du Fan ignored Song Yong, cupped his hands in a respectful gesture to the old man, and asked, "How can you guarantee that the others won't interfere?"